分享迈克尔杰克逊早年献给妈妈的诗集《梦舞诗话》

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Heaven Is Here

You and I were never separate
It's just an illusion
Wrought by the magical lens of
Perception

There is only one Wholeness
Only one Mind
We are like ripples
In the vast Ocean of Consciousness

Come, let us dance
The Dance of Creation
Let us celebrate
The Joy of Life

The birds, the bees
The infinite galaxies
Rivers, Mountains
Clouds and Valleys
Are all a pulsating pattern
Living, breathing
Alive with cosmic energy

Full of Life, of Joy
This Universe of Mine
Don't be afraid

To know who you are
You are much more
Than you ever imagined

You are the Sun
You are the Moon
You are the wildflower in bloom
You are the Life-throb
That pulsates, dances
From a speck of dust
To the most distant star

And you and I
Were never separate
It's just an illusion
Wrought by the magical lens of
Perception

Let us celebrate
The Joy of Life
Let us dance
The Dance of Creation

Curving back within ourselves
We create
Again and again
Endless cycles come and go
We rejoice
In the infinitude of Time

There never was a time
When I was not
Or you were not
There never will be a time
When we will cease to be

Infinite -- Unbounded
In the Ocean of Consciousness
We are like ripples
In the Sea of Bliss

You and I were never separate
It's just an illusion
Wrought by the magical lens of
Perception

Heaven is Here
Right now is the moment
of Eternity
Don't fool yourself
Reclaim your Bliss

Once you were lost
But now you're home
In a nonlocal Universe
There is nowhere to go
From Here to Here
Is the Unbounded
Ocean of Consciousness
We are like ripples
In the Sea of Bliss

Come, let us dance
The Dance of Creation
Let us celebrate
The Joy of Life

And
You and I were never separate
It's just an illusion
Wrought by the magical lens of
Perception

Heaven is Here
Right now, this moment of Eternity
Don't fool yourself
Reclaim your Bliss

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How I Make Music

People ask me how I make music. I tell them I just step into it. It's like stepping

into a river and joining the flow. Every moment in the river has its song. So I stay in

the moment and listen.

What I hear is never the same. A walk through the woods brings a light crackling song :

Leaves rustle in the wind, birds chatter and squirrels scold, twigs crunch underfoot,

and the beat of my heart holds it all together. When you join the flow, the music is

inside and outside, and both are the same. As long as I can listen to the moment, I'll

always have music.

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I Searched For My Star

When I was little, I used to lie on my back in the grass at night. I began to tell one

star from another and wished that one of them could be mine, like an imaginary friend.

First I picked the Pole Star, because it is the easiest for a child to find, once you

know that the Big Dipper is about to catch it. But I wanted my star to be a moving

star, and not such a constant one.Besides, the sailors at sea would be lost without the

Pole Star to guide them.

Next I picked out two special stars in the heart of the Swan. All the other stars

looked white – but these were bright blue and gold. They reminded me of twin jewels,

but before I could choose, I stopped. They belonged to each other, and it wouldn't be

fair to take just one.

Orion's belt caught my eye for a moment, but I'm not a hunter. I had better leave the

Dog Star alone, too, with its nose pressed to the celestial trail and its tail thumping

the sky.

Last of all I turned to my favorites, the Seven Sisters. To me they were like elegant

ladies getting ready for a ball, wrapped in a gossamer blue cloud. But who has the

heart to tear seven sisters apart?

My game taught me a lot about the night sky, but I was growing up. The whole idea of

having my own star faded, and it was hard to remember if I had ever chosen one in the

end. People began to tell me that the word "star" meant something quite different. I

half believed them, then one night I was tossing in bed, hurt and worried. My heart

felt heavy with troubles. Stumbling to my feet, I looked out the window. Thick clouds

masked the midnight sky. No stars!

I trembled to think of a world without stars. No guide for the sailor to trust at sea,

no jewels to dazzle our sense of beauty, no hunter pointing to the next horizon, no

lovely ladies trailing perfume to heaven's ballroom. But all around the globe, the air

is so dirty and the lights from the cities are so bright that for some people few stars

can be seen anymore. A generation of children may grow up seeing a blank sky and

asking, "Did there used to be stars there?"

Let's give them back the sky and let's do it now - before it's too late. I'm going to

search for my star until I find it. It's hidden in the drawer of innocence, wrapped in

a scarf of wonder. I'll need a map to tell me which hole it should fill, and that will

be a small one. But there are nearly five billion of us on earth, and we all need the

sky. Find your star and throw it up to heaven. You still have it,don't you?

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I You We

I said you had to do it. You said you didn't want to. We talked about it, and we agreed

that maybe I could help.
I said you were wrong. You insisted you were right. We held each other's hand, and

right and wrong disappeared.
I began crying. You began crying, too. We embraced, and between us grew a flower of

peace.
How I love this mystery called We! Where does it come from, out of thin air? I thought

about this mystery, and I realized something : We must be love's favorite child,

because until I reach out for you, We is not even there. It arrives on the wings of

tenderness : it speaks through our silent understanding. When I laugh at myself, it

smiles. When I forgive you, it dances in jubilation.
So We is not a choice anymore, not if you and I want to grow with one another. We

unites us, increases our strength; it picks up our burden when you and I are ready to

let it fall. The truth is that you and I would have given up long ago, but We won't let

us. It is too wise. "Look into your hearts," it says. "What do you see? Not you and I,

but only We."

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Innocence

It's easy to mistake being innocent for being simpleminded or naive. We all want to

seem sophisticated; we all want to seem street-smart. To be innocent is to be "out of

it."

Yet there is a deep truth in innocence. A baby looks in his mother's eyes, and all he

sees is love. As innocence fades away, more complicated things take its place. We think

we need to outwit others and scheme to get what we want. We begin to spend a lot of

energy protecting ourselves. Then life turns into a struggle. People have no choice but

to be street-smart. How else can they survive?

When you get right down to it, survival means seeing things the way they really are and

responding. It means being open. And that's what innocence is. It's simple and trusting

like a child, not judgmental and committed to one narrow point of view. If you are

locked into a pattern of thinking and responding, your creativity gets blocked. You

miss the freshness and magic of the moment. Learn to be innocent again, and that

freshness never fades.

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The Last Tear

Your words stabbed my heart, and I cried tears of pain. "Get out!" I shouted. "These

are the last tears I'll ever cry for you." So you left.
I waited hours, but you didn't return. That night by myself I cried tears of

frustration.
I waited weeks, but you had nothing to say. Thinking of your voice, I cried tears of

loneliness.
I waited months, but you left no sign for me. In the depths of my heart, I cried tears

of despair.

How strange that all these tears could not wash away the hurt! Then one thought of love

pierced my bitterness. I remembered you in the sunlight, with a smile as sweet as May

wine. A tear of gratitude started to fall, and miraculously, you were back. Soft

fingers touched my cheek, and bent over for a kiss.
"Why have you come?" I whispered.
"To wipe away your last tear," you replied. "It was the one you saved for me."

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Look Again, Baby Seal

One of the most touching nature photographs is of a baby fur seal lying on the ice

alone. I'm sure you have seen it -- the picture seems to be all eyes, the trusting dark

eyes of a small animal gazing up at the camera and into your heart. When I first looked

at them, the eyes asked, "Are you going to hurt me?" I knew the answer was yes, because

thousands of baby seals were being killed every year.

Many people were touched by one baby seal's helplessness. They gave money to save the

seals, and public awareness started to shift. As I returned to the picture, those two

wide eyes began to say something different. Now they asked, "Do you know me?" This time

I didn't feel so much heartache as when I felt the violence man inflicts upon animals.

But I realized that there was still a big gap. How much did I really know about life on

earth? What responsibility did I feel for creatures outside my little space? How could

I lead my life so that every cell of living matter was also benefited?

Everyone who began to wonder about these things found, I think, that their feelings

were shifting away from fear toward more closeness with life as a whole. The beauty and

wonder of life began to seem very personal; the possibility of making the planet a

garden for all of us to grow in began to dawn. I looked into the eyes of the baby seal,

and for the first time they smiled. "Thank you,” they said. "You have given me hope."

Is that enough? Hope is such a beautiful word, but it often seems very fragile. Life is

still being needlessly hurt and destroyed. The image of one baby seal alone on the ice

or one baby girl orphaned in war is still frightening in its helplessness. I realized

that nothing would finally save life on earth but trust in life itself, in its power to

heal, in its ability to survive our mistakes and welcome us back when we learn to

correct those mistakes.

With these thoughts in my heart, I looked at the picture again. The seal's eyes seemed

much deeper now, and I saw something in them that I had missed before: unconquerable

strength. "You have not hurt me," they said. "I am not one baby alone. I am life, and

life can never be killed. It is the power that brought me forth from the emptiness of

space; it cared for me and nourished my existence against all dangers. I am safe

because I am that power. And so are you. Be with me, and let us feel the power of life

together, as one creature here on earth."

Baby seal, forgive us. Look at us again and again to see how we are doing. Those men

who raise their clubs over you are also fathers and brothers and sons. They have loved

and cared for others.
One day they will extend that love to you. Be sure of it and trust.

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Love

Love is a funny thing to describe. It's so easy to feel and yet so slippery to talk

about. It's like a bar of soap in the bathtub -- you have it in your hand until you

hold on too tight.

Some people spend their lives looking for love outside themselves. They think they have

to grasp it in order to have it. But loves slips away like that wet bar of soap.

Holding on to love is not wrong, but you need to learn to hold it lightly, caressingly.

Let it fly when it wants. When it's allowed to be free, love is what makes life alive,

joyful, and new. It's the juice and energy that motivates my music, my dancing,

everything. As long as love is in my heart, it's everywhere.

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Magic

My idea of magic doesn't have much to do with stage tricks and illusions. The whole

world abounds in magic. When a whale plunges out of the sea like a newborn mountain,

you gasp in unexpected delight. What magic! But a toddler who sees his first tadpole

flashing in a mud puddle feels the same thrill. Wonder fills his heart, because he has

glimpsed for an instant the playfulness of life.

When I see the clouds whisked away from a snow-capped peak, I feel like shouting,

"Bravo!" Nature, the best of all magicians, has delivered another thrill. She has

exposed the real illusion, our inability to be amazed by her wonders. Every time the

sun rises, Nature is repeating one command: "Behold!" Her magic is infinitely lavish,

and in return all we have to do is appreciate it.

What delight Nature must feel when she makes stars out of swirling gas and empty space.

She flings them like spangles from a velvet cape, a billion reasons for us to awaken in

pure joy. When we open our hearts and appreciate all she has given us, Nature finds her

reward. The sound of applause rolls across the universe, and she bows.

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Magical Child, Part 1

Once there was a child and he was free
Deep inside, he felt the laughter
The mirth and play of nature's glee
He was not troubled by thoughts of hereafter
Beauty, love was all he'd see

He knew his power was the power of God
He was so sure, they considered him odd
This power of innocence, of compassion, of light
Threatened the priests and created a fright
In endless ways they sought to dismantle
This mysterious force which they could not handle

In endless ways they tried to destroy
His simple trust, his boundless joy
His invincible armor was a shield of bliss
Nothing could touch it, no venom, no hiss

The child remained in a state of grace
He wasn't confined in time or place
In Technicolor dreams, he frolicked and played
While acting his part, in Eternity he stayed

Soothsayers came and fortunes were told
Some were vehement, others were bold
In denouncing this child, this perplexing creature
With the rest of the world he shared no feature
Is he real? He is so strange
His unpredictable nature knows no range
He puzzles us so, is he straight?
What's his destiny? What's his fate?

And while they whispered and conspired
Through endless rumors to get him tired
To kill his wonder, trample him near
Burn his courage, fuel his fear
The child remained just simple, sincere

All he wanted was the mountain high
Color the clouds, paint the sky
Beyond these boundaries, he wanted to fly
In nature's scheme, never to die

Don't stop this child, he's the father of man
Don't cross his way, he's part of the plan
I am that Child, but so are you
You've just forgotten, just lost the clue

Inside your heart sits a Seer
Between his thoughts, he can hear
A melody simple but wondrously clear
The music of life, so precious, so dear

If you could for one moment know
This spark of creation, this exquisite glow
You would come and dance with me
Kindle this fire so we could see
All the children of the Earth
Weave their magic and give new birth
To a world of freedom with no pain
A world of joy, much more sane

Deep inside, you know it's true
Just find that child, it's hiding in you.

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Magical Child, Part 2

Magical child once felt a twinge
A faint recollection, a memory unhinged
In the colors, the forms, the hue
There seemed a mystery with a subtle clue
Behind the wind, the storm, the gale
Within the shroud, beyond the veil
Hidden from view in a wondrous pattern
There seemed a force that he could not fathom
Its music and cadence were playful and sweet
He danced in bliss to its throbbing beat
He did not mind either cold or heat
On the mountain high was his royal seat

Strangers came and scorned his joy
With ridicule and banter they tried to destroy
What in their minds was a skillful play
With cruel darts they tried to plunder
To suffocate and strangle his innocent wonder
Fighting hard, despite their blunder
Again and again to steal his thunder
Despite their attacks, they could not break
With all their barbs they could not take
God's gift of love, which they could not fake
Not knowing his strength or what he sought to seek
They complained aloud and called him a freak

But the mysterious force just kept its hold
Magical child grew brave and bold
Diving deep into his soul
In exquisite ecstasy he discovered his role
In his Self was infinite scope
This mysterious force was mankind's hope
Piercing through that mask of Being
In that silence beyond all seeing
Was a field with a different story
A field of power, of awesome glory
With other children, if unfurled
Its tidal wave would change the world

Magical child was ready to bow
Sow the seed, pick up the plough
With effortless ease, without a sigh
Without a tear, without a cry
With silent perfection
Under God's direction
To sing together as one race
Stem the tide, transform this place

Magical children, don't worry how
Don't delay, this moment's now.

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1975年 ONE DAY IN YOUR LIFE 《在你生命中的某一天》

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Mark of the Ancients

He had lived in the desert all his life, but for me it was all new. "See that footprint

in the sand?" he asked, pointing to a spot by the cliff. I looked as close as I could.

"No, I don't see anything."

"That's just the point." He laughed. "Where you can't see a print, that's where the

Ancient Ones walked."

We went on a little farther, and he pointed to an opening, high up on the sandstone

wall. "See that house up there?" he asked. I squinted hard. "There's nothing to see."

"You're a good student." He smiled. "Where there's no roof or chimney, that's where the

Ancient Ones are most likely to have lived."

We rounded a bend, and before us was spread a fabulous sight -- thousands upon

thousands of desert flowers in bloom. "Can you see any missing?" he asked me. I shook

my head. "It's just wave after wave of loveliness."

"Yes," he said in a low voice. "Where nothing is missing, that's where the Ancient Ones

harvested the most."

I thought about all this, about how generations had once lived in harmony with the

earth, leaving no marks to scar the places they inhabited. At camp that night I said,

"You left out one thing."

"What's that?" he asked.

"Where are the Ancient Ones buried?"

Without reply, he poked his stick into the fire. A bright flame shot up, licked the

air, and disappeared. My teacher gave me a glance to ask if I understood this lesson. I

sat very still, and my silence told him I did.

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Mother

Eons of time I've been gestating
To take a form been hesitating
From the unmanifest this cosmic conception
On this earth a fantastic reception
And then one fateful August morn
From your being I was born
With tender love you nurtured a seed
To your own distress you paid no heed
Unmindful of any risk and danger
You decided upon this lonely stranger

Rainbows, clouds, the deep blue sky
Glittering birds that fly on high
Out of fragments you've made my whole
From the elements you fashioned my soul
Mother dear, you gave me life
Because of you, no struggle or strife
You gave me joy and position
Cared for me without condition
And if I ever change this world
It's from the emotions you've unfurl'd
Your compassion is so sweet and dear
Your finest feelings I can hear
I can sense your faintest notion
The wondrous magic of your love potion

And now that I have come so far
Met with every king and czar
Encountered every color and creed
Of every passion, every greed
I go back to that starry night
With not a fear for muscle or might
You taught me how to stand and fight
For every single wrong and right
Every day without a hold
I will treasure what you've mold
I will remember every kiss
Your sweet words I'll never miss
No matter where I go from here
You're in my heart, my mother dear

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Mother Earth

I was walking along the beach one winter day. Looking down, I saw a wave push a feather

up on the sand. It was a sea gull feather stained with oil. I picked it up and felt the

dark slick film on my fingers. I couldn't help wondering if the bird had survived. Was

it all right out there? I knew it wasn't.

I felt sad to think how carelessly we treat our home. The earth we all share is not

just a rock tossed through space but a living, nurturing being. She cares for us; she

deserves our care in return.
We've been treating Mother Earth the way some people treat a rental apartment. Just

trash it and move on.

But there's no place to move on to now. We have brought our garbage and our wars and

our racism to every part of the world. We must begin to clean her up, and that means

cleaning up our own hearts and minds first, because they led us to poison our dear

planet. The sooner we change, the easier it will be to feel our love for Mother Earth

and the love she so freely gives back to us.